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i would write in my diary, but i don't trust it
by Genevieve Sturrockwhy do i turn to you all
fellow poets i have never met
whenever i am at my most weak
vulnerable and aching from
life's harshest blows
it's much too difficult
to bare my soul to those
who really know me
to allow them to see
how easily i am wounded
so i sit here
emotional wounds bleeding
unable to staunch the flow
of my feelings as they
pour out of my broken heart
and i hope you all
the faceless, unknown masses
find a little bit of empathy
for a fellow poet who's
psyche has been dealt
yet another series of fatal blows
it's really not that big a deal
i guess, in the grand scheme of things
children grow up and become adults
and usually come to understand
the depth of their childish myopia
but until then, i suffer
from their ignorant brutish attacks
their selfish interests that
leave me on the outside of their lives
scratching at the door, begging for crumbs
and trying, though in vain, to hide
my red-rimmed eyes behind shades
and my hastily reassembled heart
hung out as an ill-fated pinata
for the next time they come to visit 07/23/2007 Author's Note: just got word from my kids that they don't want to see me again for the remainder of the summer....there are reasons, though mostly these are just excuses to pull away again. i miss my kids.
Posted on 07/23/2007
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristi Paik on 07/23/07 at 11:27 PM its easier to speak to those who cant judge you and you dont have to look in the face every other day.i certainly enjoy it....lovely piece :) |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/23/07 at 11:40 PM Oh sweetie. Nobody can hurt us like our kids. Hang in there. The grandkids come along. They are dessert after a meal with occasional bitter bites. Right now, lol, I've got a 2 1/2 year old trying to stick his finger up my nose, laughing, and saying Nanny! as though I'm being a meanie for not letting him have his way. There's nothing like them. I know how you feel though. I've been at that stage, somewhat, before. Now I can't get rid of them. And don't want to... usually... Sometimes I want to pinch their heads off. It doesn't reduce the pain of that awful rejection, I know, but maybe reminding yourself it's very likely just a phase might make it more bearable. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/24/07 at 02:42 PM Oh my sweet mommy. I understand SO well. It's not ever easy to have to live out the custodial/non-custodial relationship we end up having to have with our children. I have experienced these same sentiments, and I sometimes wonder if adulthood will truly bring them back. In the meantime, it is one of life's harshest hands to play out. I miss my children as well, and I miss the moments in their lives that can never be re-lived. **HUGS** |
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